Deja Vu, a Mysterious Truth

The steaming ghee rice, yellow dhal, cucumber salad, spicy temptation wafting up from the beef curry… My family, from ma to niece, sit at the dining table. When I take the vacant chair, I feel it’s an exact recurrence of a past feast. An unreal reality. Transient. Living is an illusion – the Indian philosophy glows like a firefly within my skull. Man lugs life to death with a little knowledge. Like telepathy, déjà vu is another mysterious truth promising things beyond the corporeal end. First published in The Literary Hatchet (issue#28).